"Ah, you must be the new folks assigned to the warehouse. Welcome, welcome. You may pick any room you like for yourselves, and you'll place food orders and the like with me, I'll see to that all. Any questions?"

By stark contrast to Chris, she was MUCH more friendly seeming and less .... restrictive.

Coon Tamer

Roger cocked his head at the woman, and didn't catch the major difference of friendliness. He felt that Chris was friendly enough, as much as any man should be. What was interesting was that she didn't appear anywhere near as weird as the other two men. "Appearances can be deceiving..." he reminded himself.

Coon Tamer

Roger tensed up at her words, and growled angrily from the depths of his mind, "Great, I knew I needed to watch what I thought... Figures that someone would have been invading my mind... Fuckin' figures..." he growled.

Roger sighed, and shook his head, "Just tell me where the liquor is. Also, are the rooms unlocked? Can I just walk into an empty one and take a nap?"

Lurker

"Of course you can. The liquor is around that corner, and through the archway, inside an oak cabinet."

She seemed slightly amused by his mental thoughts, though he almost got the feeling she brushed ever so slightly against his aura, not his mind, in a soothing method. It seemed she didn't exactly read his mind, but more his aura somehow, which was usually a better way of getting a read on someone.

"Let me know if you'd like some company, or someone to talk to. I'm free until morning."

Coon Tamer

Roger let out a deep breath, trying to relax himself, but then realized that was what the poison was for. "I just came here to pay off my debt to you guys for bailing me out of a life in prison... The only company I need, and have, is my word of trust, and loyalty... Other than that, woman, everything else I used to have belongs to you, and your organization." he thought in his mind, as clearly as he could muster it, before heading silently towards the arch she pointed out to him, hoping to find his favorite brew...

Lurker

"So wait, we're gonna live here from now on?" Dex tilts her head and sighs. "Darn it, nobody told me. I would've packed some spare clothes." Of course, her. . . missions pretty much prevent her from having a social life, so she's not gonna leave anybody behind.

That RJ person bothers her, too. Very much gives off an "I don't want to be here" vibe. She's here because she's always been with the government, and this sounded like an important job. But some of the others look none too happy. . .

Lurker

Ellen checked a watch on her wrist, and shrugged. She wasn't tired yet, so she opted to watch the others. Leena had an interesting conversation with the street kid, sounded almost like half of it was nonverbal, which raised some interesting questions...

Lili

Akira looks around and decides to follow Roger to the alcohol. Despite not having rarely drank before, this all was a little much to take in. This stuff felt much too dangerous, especially for someone that, when using any weapon, would more likely inflict self damage than actually getting at whatever they were going after. Plus there was the little issue of the fact of probably not being able to touch any of the things they found...

Is completely fucking irrelevant. And he's a bitch

Kevin had already walked off and found himself a small room during the conversation, preferring to avoid contact with others. Upon finding the room, he sits down in a chair, crossing his legs and arms and seemingly falling asleep